Haiku 876, Haiku 877, Tanka 217, Tanka 218

From the poetry collection published in 2021 containing poems written in 2020, The Immediate and No Sooner.

Haiku 876

pale blue gut feeling
deepening into purple
the more you told me

Haiku 877

ladle dip scoop bail
old tired just plain unwilling
balky rowboat sinks

Tanka 217

the oak tree spreads out
an acre of yellow stars
your rake gathers up
arrays and arranges for
a change of constellations

Tanka 218

The oak tree insists
The leaf argues letting go
The wind gust decides
on the side of change: the leaf
is sent flying to your rake.

5 thoughts on “Haiku 876, Haiku 877, Tanka 217, Tanka 218

    • I love falling leaves and ever since I was young I could just watch them come down. It always seemed they were otherworldly somehow, the act of detaching themselves, they weren’t leaves anymore.

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